Free at Last!
Freedom comes when we least expect it. It has its own time-table, and is subject to its own laws... I think of this, as I drive in the wintry morning darkness, that is also foggy and misty and still snow covered, looking so much like a Christmas card, with the sun slowly rising... The load seems lighter in my heart, as my friend's spirit soars higher and higher into the skies... My heart offers practices from the Tibetan Book of the Dead , meant to aid a soul in its passing. Yet, I sense that my friend's spirit already did most of its clearing on this side of the veil... I knew this moment was eminent - most especially when I wrote my last entry... And now, in the quiet, and in the stillness this evening, as the sun goes down, marking the end of another day, that is barely 24 hours since my friend's passing, I reflect on my urge to sit in meditation yesterday, at exactly this same time... I look at the clock right now - and it is 5:55 PM - the numeric symbol for Christ Cons...